I hate migraines.. this one was so bad I couldn’t make it to class… This picture kinda cracks me up.. it reminds me of a zombie…
If this is a Prologue, Your [Story] Blows.
In the face of your fantasies
I become an unwanted reality
Too much of actual
Too less of supernatural
You wish I could control your thoughts
With a gesture
Made with
M.i.l.k.y.
White
Skin
& Look at my golden tan
In [disgust]
I shove my heart into your arms
Through
the
M.i.s.t.r.u.s.t.
& Shed crimson tears
As you see it bleeds
& Isn’t the shaft point
Tipping
Cupid’s
Arrow
You look on stoically
An Egyptian pharaoh
Headdress pure white
Mocking my lost innocence
Erasing my benevolence
Casting
Me
A.s.i.d.e.
I
Hold
On for my life
The tightness in my chest
An anchor
Weighing me down
The fragility of my position
Almost lost in my ignorance
Until I release you
My reach
Not close enough
To keep my sanity
& I fall
Waterlogged
Into heartbreak
Because
I couldn’t
Be your
Anything….
Morbid Little Fishy
The song from her lips was as bloodless
As her vessel
Scales cracking and flaked
Hair as red as the veins in her eyes
Flesh as blue as the sea
Under the sea
Under the sea
They mourn for the princess
Her daydreaming of princes
Her ending un happily ever after
With a quick succession
Her story ends
Gutted and deboned
Dressed with greens and flowers
The dinner to a Prince and his court
Part of his world.
The Funeral Inside of Death
In these [echoed] walls
I hear a tragic *refrain*
My s.o.u.l. (cries) in tune
This weight of _sorrow_
This …drowning in blackened [lace]
My heart beats alone
In this f.r.i.g.i.d. dark
I breathe this …fermented [death]
With hesitant (gasps)
Your heart long _frozen_
Your …thickening [blood] a s.i.g.n.
In which all was (lost)
Curses! can’t sleep and syfy gives me this shit… ahhhh! I don’t need to be addicted to a tv show… House sitting has become a curse…
To Make it Worthy
If I walked outside today
and was felled by a falling star,
would my death mean that much more
to you who made a wish?
Or if your wish did not come true,
would it be all the more tragic?
If my smile were to disappear
and to not once grace this face,
a calm visage of expressionless life
that gives nothing and took less…
Would that loss be felt by you
who fed off every laugh?
When you thought my face indifferent
would it trouble you more
if your touch did not provoke in me
the heat of a budding passion?
Would you feel a burning rejection
you, who captured hearts?
Could our love be a bitter thing
when the time for truth finally arrives,
If you realized these things I’ve lost
Were things you had come to treasure?
Would you then appreciate them more
than if they showed up every mile?
As is my Fate
There is a lullaby
As I face the world
The melody sweet and sad
The wind blows wild
Tickling the tatters of my gown
And through the torrent of wails
And whistles
There is a lullaby
My eyes view many fires
They burn with hate and fury
The power of one devours a tower
Casting up only blackening smoke
In the destruction of man
Versus man
My eyes view many fires
My heart holds a flutter
As the sun descends from above
The yellow warmth licking my back
As the darkness chills my front
My window remains un-obscured
And my heart holds a flutter
Salt brushing my tongue
As the ocean again tries to grasp me
It’s efforts rewarded
By pieces of flooring
And an occasional brick
Ageless, the sea is relentless
But I’ll remain facing this window
Salt brushing my tongue
The must of decay
Wafts around this hovel
The dead and departed leave it
A scent of impending despair
A memory of damp leaves
And burning flesh
The must of decay
The song I hear is one of death
The sight I see is of the dying
I feel the flutter of deaths grip
While I taste this prison of my demise
The scent stale from the ages
